Kickass stoned poem,

[LoveHasSmoked]

"Faded Explosions"



Smoke blows into my booklungs, filling
my intestines with grease. At ease I sit,
never wanted my persona to end, but it does.

The music is never more the clearer as is now,
crisp and light my ears open to see the words.
My tears are not made and deserts become mine eyes.

My lunchbox heart is jumping. My cares are gone,
made for violence, they aren't needed. My body jiggers
and complains of disposables that don't exist.

My change happened here and my god isn't
far behind. My fears leave myself empty. Alph is
made, to part the glories of this happy day.


I write better when I am High.

[Laydee_Chronic]

lol i like that poem